Heather watched Pixley walk into the room drying her hair. "Did you have fun?"
"Taking a shower?" Pixley had no idea what Heather was talking about. She threw the towel in the hamper and grabbed her brush. She sat at the vanity and looked at her shoulder. "At least it's not swollen." She whispered.
"I ment with Benji and Joel. Did you have fun?"
"At first I was awkward in their room, but then they called out group hug and enforced it. After that it was what you saw with the gel." Pixley grinned as she brushed her hair.
"And then at the court?" Heather walked over to Pixley. "I know you wanted to kiss him."
"Yeah, then you hit us with the ball." Pixley mumbled so it was barely audible.
Heather snickered. "If I don't get any action neither do you." She grinned.
The phone began ringing. Heather answered it as Pixley pinned up her hair. "Hello?"
"Heather?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"This is Benji."
"Oh, hey Benji." Heather looked at Pixley and smirked. "What's up?"
"Joel and I were wondering if you and Pix needed a ride to school in the morning." He sounded hopeful.
"Uh, hold on." She put her hand over the mouth peice. "Pix, you wanna catch a ride with Benj and Joel in the mornin'?"
Pixley looked up from her note book. "Sure. I guess."
Heather smiled. "Sure, Benj. What time?"
"About seven?"
"OK. We'll be ready. I hope."
Benji laughed. "OK, seven. See ya then."
"OK. Bye." Heather hung up the phone and giggled like a teeny bopper at a concert.
"Excited?" Pixley sarcastically asked, not looking up from what she was writing.
"Not at all." Heather calmly replied, jumping on the bed next to Pixley. "Can I have a copy of that picture?" She pointed to a picture of Benji.
"Sure." She handed Heather an envelope. "I made copies of the one's I took in detention." Pixley smiled and fingered the corner of the picture of Joel.
"You're twitterpated." Heather smiled. Pixley didn't pay any attention to Heather. "Pixley... Hello?" She waved a hand infront of her face.
"What?" She looked up.
"You're smitten. Twitterpated. Love-sick. Stupified. And any other term used to say that you really like Joel."
"Shut up ya biotch. You like Benji."
Heahter gave a slight nod and grinned. "Yes, but I am a freak. So I am allowed to like him."
"You forget. I'm also a freak." Pixley smiled.
~
Benji strummed on his guitar. "Ya know, I'm really bored."
Joel sighed and lowered his book. "We know. You said that about five minutes ago. So shut up and let me read my book."
Benji looked over at Joel. "You've read that book like three times."
"I tend to like Lord of the Rings." Joel continued to read.
Their mom knocked on the door. "Lights out."
"OK. G'night."
"Good night, I love you."
"We love you, too, Mom." Joel set down his book, took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor.
Benji flopped on his bed and turned off their lamp.
~
The next morning Heather's alarm was going off. She threw it across the room, it was still beeping. "You're running late!" Heather's mom called from dowstairs.
Pixley looked at her watch. She sat up and threw off the blankets. "Heather. Get up!"
"No..." She put a pillow over her head.
"Benji and Joel'll be here in a few minutes."
"Huh? Benji?" She got off the bed and searched through her closet. She pulled out her red plaid miniskirt, black fishnet stalkings and a skin tight black tank top.
"Can we say slut?" Pixley joked.
Heather smiled. "Yup. I have one class with you guys. So instead of sleeping through it I'll get Benji's attention. Now where's my eye liner?"
"On your dresser." Pixley looked through her bag for a clean pair of pants. She found only her white bondage pants, but they had a dirt spot. "Shit."
"What?" Heather asked, still applying her eye liner.
"My pants aren't clean. I guess I'll just wear a longer shirt to cover up the dirt." She put on her shirt and looked in the mirror. "Shit."
"Now what?"
"Not long enough to cover the dirt."
"Then wear something of mine." Heather went to her closet and tossed a black 'heart breaker' shirt and a black miniskirt at Pixley.
"Mmmk." She put on the skirt. "Think it's short enough?"
Heather looked at her. "No. But it'll have to work. Now hurry up. I'll find you some boots." Heather grabbed two pairs of knee high boots. "Lace or buckle?"
"Buckle." Pixley was muffled by the shirt she was putting on. She looked in the mirror. "I look horrible. This looks so much better on you."
"You look fine. Joel won't be able to take his eyes off you." Heather grinned and handed Pixley the boots. "Would you like some fishnets or plain black?"
"Fishnets." Pixley laughed as Heather threw them at her. Pixley hurridly put on the stalkings and boots.
"Your ride is here." Heathers mom knocked on the door.
"OK, thanks Mom." Heather handed Pixley the black eye liner and grabbed their back packs. "Hurry."
"I'm ready."
"Put on the eye liner."
"Last time I poked myslef in the eye. Course that was because of you."
"Just do it. It'll bring the outfit together." Heather opened the door to see Joel and Benji waiting in the hall. "Hey guys."
"Your mom told us to come up and wait." Benji smirked slightly. "Can I take your bag?"
"Only if you really want to take it."
Benji grinned and took hers and Pixley's bags as Pixley came out of the room. She pulled the skirt down as low as possible with out letting her bandages show.
"Hey, Pix. You look good." Joel was awstruck.
"I feel like a slut."
"Why? You don't look like one. You look like a heart breaker."
"Very funny. Heather, can I please have my bag?"
"Benji has it." Heather opened the front door. "Bye Mom."
"Bye honey."
"Benji, can I have my bag?"
"No. What's the point? You're already at the car." Benji laughed.
Pixley shook her head and got in the back seat next to Joel. Benji and Heather took the front seat.
Pixley rubbed her arms. "Are you cold?" Joel asked.
"No. Just feel naked." Pixley blushed.
"Well you look great."
"You both do." Benji grinned at Heather.
Heather blushed and looked out the window. Pixley tried to pull the skirt down further trying to hide a scar.
Joel put his arm around Pixley. Pixley actually felt comfortable. She smiled and layed her head on his shoulder. She didn't realize she was drawing little circles on his knee with her forfinger.
"Hey, you coming?" Benji asked.
"What? Oh yeah, sorry." Pixley got out of the car.
"You space too much." Heather smiled.
"Sorry. It's not intentional."
Pixley walked into biology and could feel every eye on her. Joel came up behind her and put his arm around her shoulders.